a five o'clock morning

Effectively a five o'clock morning. So, I got in some quality time with "Great Expectations". I went back to bed at six, and while I was not entirely successful at getting in another hour of sleep, I did doze a little.

Incidentally, my random number generator picked today to be yet another blurty day, but after two such days, I am going to cheat and forget about it: no Blurty day today.

Casanova (Preface) 1797

Casanova’s memoirs, written in old age and during his last years, cap his life and serve as a ‘looking back’.

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I have reached, in 1797, the age of three-score years and twelve; I can not say, Vixi, and I could not procure a more agreeable pastime that to relate my own adventures, and to cause pleasant laughter amongst the good company listening to me, from which I have received so many tokens of friendship, and in the midst of which I have ever lived.

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By recollecting the pleasures I have had formerly, I renew them, I enjoy them a second time, while I laugh at the remembrance of troubles now past, and which I no longer feel. A member of this great universe, I speak to the air, and I fancy myself rendering an account of my administration, as a steward is wont to do before leaving his situation.

For my future I have no concern, and as a true philosopher, I never would have any, for I know not what it may be: as a Christian, on the other hand, faith must believe without discussion, and the stronger it is, the more it keeps silent.

-- Casanova, The Memoirs

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If there is nothing after death, that is fine. If there is still some kind of experiencing after death, well, won’t that be something? But whereof we cannot speak, thereof we must remain silent.

my nap

Lawn work acorss the street an Annie's, just as I am closing in for my nap. What does a person got to do to get some decent sleep.

next-door neighbors using their air-conditioner

Being a glutton for punishment, while I was outside, checking the mail, watering the elephant ears, and taking care of the recycling, I had to check to see if the next-door neighbors were using their air-conditioner already. Yes, they are!

If only Pop had a thing about being too warm, and that it was a necessary part of being civilized to be cool, but, alas, he thrives in the heat, to the manner born.

At least tody was a few degrees cooler, more like middle spring rather than summer, and so it should be through the weekend.